Does the mayfly
With its day
Fret that time is fleeting
Or like its wingspan
Touch eternity
Tip to tip? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or in the millions of its kind
Leaping up from the Mississippi
To find a mate
Fly in abundance astounded
Amid the crowded air
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Swarming blissful free
Space in excess
To do what life requires
Until dropping
Satisfied spent <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amazed at all that could be done
Exhausted over
Onto the surface of the water
Food for fish
Eggs sinking down <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Awed at the space
A world of warm air
Fellow flies?
May we be so grateful
So blessed, too <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In our time given
To rise up
To work, to praise
To love, to fly
To fly, to die,
Sighing, \u201cThis is plenty.\u201d <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"